Lying motionless in by bed
Thoughts spinning in my head
Ghosts and monsters haunt my mind
Leaving all my dreams behind
Then I hear a noise outside
Under the bed I go to hide
A scary face, an open door, footsteps hit the creaking floor.
A shadowed figure enters my room
It's eyes glowing red for doom
It pulls a knife out from its pocket
It's not a thought I can't just drop it
Blood is dripping from the wall
Can I live I've given my all
The figure strikes, sneaking under the bed, it lifts up it's knife...
Suddenly up in flames it burns,
Has it really gone or will it return.
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